Mystery of the Half-Scratched Lottery Ticket
"Your cousin, your parents, your relatives… even Owen! How can they be like this? They say it didn't win—so why are they treating you like this? Or… did you actually win twenty dollars and not tell them?"
I neither confirmed nor denied it.
Wendy understood instantly. Without hesitation, she set off to rescue me.
When she arrived, I pried open a window and braided my clothes into a rope. I slid down, reached the street, and jumped on her little electric scooter. Together, we tore through the night.
I didn't ask where we were going. I trusted her.
At a fork in the road, she suddenly said she needed to use the restroom. I waited at the entrance, then noticed the tissue in the scooter basket—she
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